3. CROSS

CROSS

I've always had a problem with touching my own dick.

Why?

It felt gay and I was far from gay. I was so straight that strippers would barely even think to twirl on my pole. I was so straight that even bumping shoulders with a man was avoided by all means. I was so straight that a little voice at the back of my head had to remind me that Cyrus was choking me to kill me and nothing pleasurable was happening.

Fuck!

"I'm sorry, what?" The pain in my nose ceased as all my attention was suddenly focused on his ridiculous words. Did I hear that right or was I half way into passing out?

That was one powerful punch he packed there and I just knew my nose was broken. Great! How would I explain to my mother that I slammed into a tree on my way home?

"Stroke what?" I asked again, staring at Cyrus in disbelief. The man was glowing like he just stepped out of a river of gold mixed with dust of the sun. Just like the other night, his body was enchanting, mesmerising and enticing.

It didn't take long to realise I was being charmed. No one should look this fuckable.

"N-No," I screamed, startling myself. "No, I'm not-"

Cyrus arched his brow but it didn’t take long before he frowned again and tightened his hand around my neck, reminding me he had the upper hand here. His eyes glowed from black and switched to a deep gold.

I gulped, remembering the man before me wasn't entirely human.

"What's wrong, Cross? It's just a little secret. I won't tell anyone," he mocked me with that smirk and those eyes that made me appear like a prey.

Fear seeped back into me and I kicked my feet in the air as he lifted me off the ground effortlessly. His inhumane strength brought the pleas back to my lips but he didn't budge.

"Oh, stop that already, Cross. We already talked about this. Take it out-"

"I am not gay, you bastard," fuck! That was a slip but he was leaving me with no choice here.

"Nor am I but you're the one who wants to keep on living after what you've seen."

"I don't know what you’re talking about."

He laughed hysterically and his eyes darkened, "Nice try, but lie better."

"Y-You're trying to punish me, aren't you? You want to humiliate me and ruin me?" Please say yes, but even if he did, what difference would it make?

"Humiliate you?" he cocked his head with a sly smile that highlighted his devilish handsome features. "Boy, don't flatter yourself. You’re nothing. Don’t get all excited, but I guess you should. After all, I am Cyrus Sinclair."

Yes, the ladies man. The one everyone admired. I may have caught myself staring once or twice but I swear, there was nothing to it.

Cyrus wasn't just handsome and a part of me was glad that my theory was right. No one could be this good-looking. It was illegal, it was abominable, it was a sin. I bet the 'sin' in Sinclair was a curse from God himself.

I had always admired from afar, his features and his face-- or through the lens of my camera but nothing beats the front row seats I was getting right now.

God made us, but the devil made Cyrus and said, 'There! That's how it's fucking done!'

"Checking me out, are we?" he grinned with a smooth tone that almost sounded charmed. "That’s the right attitude."

Something warm crept up my cheeks and I hoped to God it wasn't a freaking blush. "There has to be another way-"

"You don't get it, do you?" pulling me closer all of a sudden that his breath fanned my face. He looked at me with those steady eyes, "I'm hungry."

Wait, what? I snapped out of whatever spell I was under. "What has that got to do with my dick?"

"I need to feed now and since I'm here with you, it has to be you." he brushed his fingers across my nape, making a shiver travel down my spine with warmth.

His words made no sense but again, those eyes-- he wasn't human. "When you say feed… what do you mean?" I dreaded the answer as the silence thickened. Was he going to suck me dry of my blood?

No way!

"Are you by any chance an Incubus?" I blurted out too loud.

He frowned, a flash of anger in his eyes. "I am a god, not a low level demon. Watch your words."

How the heck was I supposed to know that if he didn't tell me?

"I… I still don't know what that has to do with stroking… it," his gaze was piercing and I couldn't hold it for anything longer than a few seconds.

My face was burning up for weird reasons. The way he looked at me had its own power of its own. His eyes burned and my body heated up. He was too close. This kind of closeness shouldn't be happening between two straight men.

"You're straight." I frowned.

"And you," he whispered smoothly, darkened eyes that caught my breath in my throat. "Are turned on."

My cheeks flushed. "What? No! I'm straight. I don't--" Jesus! Why was it getting so difficult to breathe? I could barely get a word out without panting. "I don't get turned on… for guys. I like women. I love women. In fact, I'll die for ass-"

His eyes glanced lower and my heart jumped, alarmed.

"Not a man's ass," I quickly corrected. "A woman's! A woman's."

Oh dear God, please save me from this one and I swear I'll give up joining the media team and just be a normal student.

No more articles, no more photographs. Just me and my books like my mama has always wanted.

Tears stung my eyes as an overwhelming heat crashed into me, flooding my heart with tight emotions and moving to my lower belly.

"You smell deliciously of untamed lust and wild sexual energy," Cyrus whispered in my ears and a sound unrecognisable slipped out of me.

A moan.

The press of his body, something hard and thick pressed against my cock through my clothes and my body jerked.

"No, no," I shook my head at the horror but his laughter erupted in the alley and he dragged us further into the darkness. I saw the light move further away-- my freedom slipping from me.

"Before I grab a chick and fuck her--"

That better be consensual because that statement was all shades of wrong.

Fuck! Worry about yourself, idiot!

He let me go and my knees gave out. I crashed to the floor, instantly missing the warmth of his body. I looked up and froze at the bulge straining his pants.

He cupped himself hard, giving it a squeeze with a grin on his face, "What are you waiting for? A cheerleading squad? Take it out."

A weird ripple of excitement moved through me at his command. My body betrayed me. This was so unlike me. I wasn't like this. I've never fancied another man. Why now?

Why-

It suddenly crashed into me, the realisation and I pieced everything together. My dick wasn't so obedient-- had never been that at some point, I considered myself asexual.

I didn't just get hard from a mere command. Even p**n would have to be really good to jerk my dormant dick back to life.

This man…

"You… What did you do to me?" I staggered to my feet and leaned against the wall for support. The raw energies moving through my body tickled my balls and gave strength to my dick with each jerk.

"A little help," Cyrus smirked with a cocky face. "I need you burning with lust but all I smell is fear-"

He could command my body at will?

I gotta get out of here and now. I glanced at my escape route, towards the light, down the road. I could run into a convenience store and he wouldn't be able to-

"Don't make me go all out on you, Cross. You'd beg to let me fuck you in the ass." His words were so dirty and they almost compelled me to submit. I should be mortified, well I was, but my body-- fuck! It was drawn to him in an inevitable pull.

"Don't you know how to beat your meat?" he folded his arms and tilted his head in question.

Gathering my breath I gulped, "I should be asking you that instead. Just wank and leave me out of it!"

I was scared but this devil threaded a hand in his hair, sighed like it was no big deal and said, "That's not how it works, Cross. Why are you getting afraid again-"

I bolted before the orientation was over. Ran for my safety with all the strength I could muster. I heaved with laboured breaths, pushed my body against its own will but my joy was short-lived when I heard a low growl and I was suddenly gathered up in strong arms.

"No, let go of me!" I kicked my feet in the air. My arm was bound tight in his embrace and his heavy and warm back pressed hard into me. Something moved from him seeping into me and I shivered as my body heated up and my cock hardened at full length.

"You asked for this.”